Second Down Love: A Second Chance Sports Romance

by Kara Hart

  Shells fall against the floor as the door bursts open. “Get down!” I scream to the stripper, but she’s already bleeding out next to me. “Oh, Jesus. Those bastards,” I mutter, firing back all I’ve got. The guy must have unloaded at least 60 bullets before ducking out the back. He either has a terrible aim or I’m just a lucky son of a bitch, because I’m seemingly fine.

  There are screams coming from all around me. Patrons of the club are pushing their way out through the front door. I’m working against the current, trying to catch up with the guy. I push open the back door and run out of the club. A man is running in the streets. It’s him. I know it’s him.

  We’re both running as fast as we can, using up all of our adrenaline. He’s taking me through a series of back alleys. The only sound that I can hear is the echo of our footsteps against the concrete and dirt. “Stop!” I scream, but he’s not stopping anytime soon.

  I trip over a branch roll onto the dirt. I can see him getting away. I can see his face, the cross necklace he’s wearing, and the black tracksuit he’s in. He was there for me. He was there to gun me down. Thank God he failed. That poor woman though…

  I shouldn’t have gone out. What the fuck was I thinking? Now they definitely know I’m close. It won’t be long before they take it all from me. My life, my memories, my dignity.

  Most likely, I’ll die before I get to see Bianca again. I’ll be gunned down like an animal before I get one real night with her. All because I need justice.

  Well, I’m not letting up.

  Bianca

  “Did you hear the news?” Giovanni says, mouth full of cereal. He takes a swig of orange juice before finishing swallowing. I grimace at him.

  Dad drinks his coffee and holds the paper in front of his face. He’s reading the sports section like he always does in the morning and I know he’s barely even there. “No, what happened?”

  Giovanni smiles. “There was a shooting at some strip club. They think it’s gang related,” he says. It’s almost like he’s happy that so much turmoil surrounds us. Perhaps if the violence grows, he can finally be a soldier in their stupid war.

  “Interesting,” Dad mutters, not really listening. “What gangs?”

  He shrugs. “Who knows,” he says. “But I heard they’re close to catching that guy. You know, whoever killed Michael Tucciano and Tony.”

  My dad puts down the paper and takes off his glasses. “They’re connected?”

  “That’s what Ricky thinks,” my brother says. I sip my coffee and watch him intently. “He’s saying we should gear up for war.”

  My father drops his glasses and stands up from the table. “I won’t stay around to listen to this bullshit,” his face grows red with anger.

  “We’re just defending our family,” Giovanni says, knowing full well he’s antagonizing everyone in the room right now. “If you don’t give a shit about the family, then I’ll understand you leaving.”

  My dad, full of rage, pounds his fist on the table. Everything flies up. My coffee spills everywhere. I stand up and back away. “That is not what our family is about! I did not raise you to be an instigator,” he growls. “I raised you to have pride in yourself and to never fight, unless you absolutely have to.”

  “We have to, dad!” my brother jumps up, eager to display his manhood. “This is self-defense. The bastard killed Tony. He killed Michael Tucciano. And he’ll kill us too if we don’t do something about!”

  “Shut up!” I find myself screaming, almost instinctively. “Just shut up. Both of you. You both make me sick, you know that?” I run out of the house, unable to look either one in the eye.

  How did I end up in such a family? Why did I ever come back? It’s like everyone from this damn city is trying to let me down. I call up Teresa right away. “Hey, Bianca!” she answers, shouting cheerfully into the receiver.

  “Can you pick me up at my place?” I ask her. “I need someone to talk to. Like ASAP.”

  When she responds, her voice has grown serious. “Sure. Of course I can. Is everything alright?”

  “I’ll tell you in a second. Just come soon,” I say, out of breath.

  She arrives in less than fifteen minutes and she takes me over to her house. “My parents are out, so we can just relax here. You look like a ghost, Bianca,” she says. “What’s going on?”

  “It’s my brother,” I say. “He thinks he’s some warrior or something. I think he’s going to die. I think he’s going to end up killing himself.”

  “Giovanni?” she asks, surprised. “He’s suicidal? Jesus. I never thought he would threaten something like that.”

  I shake my head, still out of breath. “No, it’s not like that,” I say. “He’s itching to go to war. It’s Ricky too. They want to start another war or something. At least, that’s what it’s looking like.”

  “Shit,” she sighs, looking down at her feet. I can tell something is on her mind, but she’s staying silent about whatever it is.

  “Yeah, I don’t know what to do,” I tell her, rubbing my fingers against my temple. “It’s taking its toll on me, you know? Like, I was okay with coming back here, but now I’m not so sure this place is good for me. Every time I come back, things are crazier than before.”

  “Yeah, well. You wouldn’t really know how things are. Would you?” she asks. “You’ve been gone for a long time now. The city is much safer now that Ricky is in charge of things.”

  Fuck. Not her too. It’s like this whole neighborhood is brainwashed. “In what way?” I ask, trying to remain calm.

  “I just mean, we’re protected now. At least that’s what my dad always says,” she shrugs. “He’s loving things now that he’s being taken seriously by Ricky.”

  “Jesus, Teresa. Did he get a promotion or something? Did he make captain?” I ask her.

  “Yeah, but I don’t see how that’s relevant,” she says with a straight face. “It’s not about that.”

  “Sure it is!” I exclaim. “You’re all benefiting from the deaths of innocent people! No wonder you’re all complacent. Daddy can take you on a nice shopping spree and you sit here and think the world is all sugar and gumdrops. Well, I have news for you. People are dying and your father could be next.”

  “Is that a threat or something?” she asks me.

  “No,” I sigh. “No, of course not, Teresa. I’m just trying to get you to see outside the box a little. This is my brother. We grew up together. We experienced life together, for God’s sake. He’s my flesh and blood. I don’t want him to die. As much as he annoys me, deep down he’s a good guy.”

  “I get it,” she nods. “But people grow up sometimes and they’re allowed to make their own decisions. It’s either he works for Ricky or some fucked up Automobile Corporation. If you ask me, he’s taking the safer route.”

  “He’s worth more than a bullet to the head,” I say. “Look, let’s just drop it before we start to argue.”

  “Fine,” she says. She puts both her hands on the table and taps her fingernails against the wood. After about a minute of silence, she scoots her chair out and exhales. “I know you’re seeing that guy,” she says.

  “I’m not seeing anyone,” I say. It’s not exactly a lie. We broke it off a few days ago. “But you can think whatever you want. I don’t care anymore.”

  “I think you should go,” she says, looking at the door. “And by the way, maybe if you weren’t fucking a known traitor, you could get your head out of your ass and realize just how much Ricky has your side in this.”

  “Oh my God,” I say, completely shocked by her response. I thought we were friends. We had always gotten along so well in the past. I guess when people grow up, their fucked up politics start to take over. “Fuck this. Goodbye, Teresa.”

  I walk out the door and I don’t look back. Only, she has to get the last word in. She runs to her porch yelling. “I’m telling Ricky you came by this morning!” Bitch.

  “Go ahead,” I tell her, walking onto the sidewalk. I have a short rout
e home, but I’m happy to walk it if that means getting away from everyone. “Like I give a shit anyway.”

  It’s only four more days until I’m gone. Just four more days. I feel so God damn alone. I wish I had never told Hunter off. Then again, I wish we had never even met. Maybe then life would be a little simpler.

  Hunter

  I’m fine. A little bruised up, but I’m okay. They almost got me though. Keyword being almost.

  All day I’ve been thinking about Bianca. God, that sweet juicy ass has been calling me for days. Why did I have to fuck things up so bad? Why do I need my revenge? It’s getting to the point where my balls ache just thinking about her.

  It’s not long before I’m outside her house again, just watching for her. Truth is, I’m risking everything to fuck this woman. That’s just how good she is to me. If I die, I’d do it all over again, if that meant one more night with her.

  Her light is on inside her room and I can see the outline of that curvy body getting undressed and ready for bed. I can’t take it anymore. I fumble at her window and slide it open. I crawl inside her room and fall onto the floor loudly

  “What the fuck!” she jumps and grabs her lamp, wielding it as a weapon. “Hunter?”

  I cover her mouth and whisper “Shh. Stay quiet.”

  When I let her go, she slaps my cheek and steps back. “Are you kidding me?”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do,” I say. “Do you hate me that much? Can you find it within yourself to forgive me?”

  “You just snuck into my room like a fucking predator,” she hisses at me. “I told you I didn’t want to see you again. I just want to waste away my days here and head back home. Is that too much to ask?”

  “I deserve everything you want to throw at me,” I say. “But I almost lost my life yesterday. And I don’t think I want to die without seeing you one last time.”

  I can tell she wants to slap me again. I’m sure she heard all about the shooting on the news. Either that or Ricky told her. “Is that why you were at some strip club?” she asks me, turning even angrier. The way she’s looking at me, I swear, she wants to kill me. “I bet you were just dreamin’ about me the whole damn time, while some little bitch was rubbing her ass on you. Men like you make me sick. Just leave, already. Please.”

  She turns around and crosses her arms. Although she’s telling me to leave, I know she wants to hear my side of the story. So I tell her. “You’re right. But I only went because I couldn’t have you. I was lonely. I felt rejected. And, God dammit, I wanted to die. Okay?”

  “Are you really trying to guilt me right now? You chose to go there,” she says, “I told you. I can’t be around someone who tells me they have to kill a family member. Can you imagine what a normal person would think if they heard me say that out loud? Jesus, what am I even doing?”

  “I’m sorry for all the stress I’ve caused. I just wanted to let you know that nothing happened in that club,” I plead, falling to my knees like a fucking chump. “I got a room, but nothing went down. I swear to you, Bianca. You’re the only thing I could think about that night. I can’t get you out of my head, woman.”

  “You patronizing asshole. You’re lying,” she says, pushing me. I take all her anger and put it inside my chest somewhere. I keep all her hurtful words because, hell, I deserve it. I’m a bastard and I know it. Shit, I probably deserve to die too.

  “I’m not lying. I’ve lied to plenty of women, but not you,” I’m telling her the truth. “I’ll never lie to you. I’ll never do anything so stupid again, dammit.”

  “Fuck,” she falls to her bed, shaking her head. Of course, the dog that I am, I can’t stop staring at her perfect tits. They press against the light fabric of her nightie. I’m suddenly thinking the dirtiest thoughts imaginable and I realize, I’m probably going to get killed soon. I might as well take advantage of the situation.

  “It’s okay,” she says. I walk toward her bed and stand over her. She looks up at me innocently and blinks her eyes. “I know you’re a good person deep down. I just don’t get why you succumb to all that bullshit. I thought you were better than that.”

  “Yeah, well. Maybe I am. Maybe you should give me a chance,” I tell her. “Maybe I can be the man you want me to be.”

  “Bullshit,” she whispers, choking. She looks down at her bed sheets and exhales sharply. I place my hand on her cheek and push her head up to look at me. “Don’t…” she whispers, but by the way she’s saying it, I can tell she wants me to continue touching her.

  “I’ll make it all better,” I say. “I’m sorry. I won’t hurt Ricky. I won’t hurt you either. I never wanted to in the first place. I’m just an idiot sometimes.”

  She just stares at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. They look glossy and reflective and they complement her tan skin. She’s perfect. I have to make the most of our time. I’m a dead man walking and I’m on my way to giving up.

  I lean over and kiss her, but she pulls back sharply. “Swear you won’t be an asshole anymore? Promise me.”

  “I promise,” I say honestly. “I’ll give you everything I’ve got this time.”

  Right as I say those words, I push my body forward, spreading her legs open like a flower. She slides back onto her bed. “Be careful. My whole family is here.”

  I can’t help but smile when she says that. It only makes me hungrier that there’s more risk involved. I’ve already got the whole city searching for me. Now I’m making out with the enemy’s cousin and I’m about to make her mine.

  She wraps her thick thighs around my chest and opens her mouth wide. I’m ripping off my pants, fumbling at my belt. Finally, I’m out of my clothes. She’s still in her nightie, and all it takes is one touch to feel how wet she is for me.

  “You’ve been waiting for me, haven’t you?” I whisper, biting her lip back. “You’ve still been thinking about me. I know it. Tell me the truth.”

  “Yes, you idiot. I’ve been waiting for you. Now fuck me,” she moans, tilting her head back.

  My cock is hard as hell, thick to the point where I know I’m going to be a tight fit. That’s okay. She’s dripping wet and begging for it. “Play with yourself,” I command her. “I want to see you get off.”

  At first, she’s bashful. “I can’t,” she whispers. “Put it inside of me.” But when I don’t say a damn thing and I stand there stroking my cock, she instinctually places her hand over her pussy.

  “Rub,” I say with a stern face. Her fingers press down against her clit and she begins rubbing. Every once in a while, she inserts two fingers and slides them against her g-spot. I walk up to her and slip my cock into her open mouth and feel her tongue wrap around my rigid shaft.

  I instantly moan loud and deep and she gives me a be careful look. Of course, I have to push deeper and deeper, until I gag her and pull out.

  She closes her eyes and continues rubbing herself. Her stomach starts moving erratically and I can tell she’s about to cum. “My perfect woman,” I groan, stroking myself. “Cum for me.” Her pussy contracts. It opens and closes around her fingers. Soon enough, it’s like the floodgates have opened. She falls against her pillow and gives out a deep moan.

  I’m watching her have the best god damn orgasm of her life and I’m pleased. I prop her ass up in the air and rub my glistening head against her clit. She shakes with too much pleasure. I have to fuck her. I need to. I’ve been thinking about this for days and now she’s almost mine.

  “Fuck me,” she moans. “Take me as yours.”

  I slide my thick girth inside her pulsating walls and, although it takes a slight push, I’m inside her quickly. She’s tighter than I expect though and I feel myself almost fall over that edge of ecstasy within seconds. I pull myself out and fall to my knees, licking at her beautiful cunt, until I can have another go at her.

  I stand up, grabbing her thick and round ass, and push inside deep. “You have got to have the most perfect pussy I’ve ever fucked,” I moan. “You complete this
dick.”

  “Harder,” she grunts. “I want you rough.”

  Of course, I give her what she wants. I grab the thick mass of her hair and pull back, until she groans sharply. Then, I fuck away. I pound into her and feel her lips hit against my balls. Her wetness is sticky and dripping, falling around my thighs and onto her bed. We’re an absolute mess in the most incredible way.

  I flip her over and pick her up, setting her down onto my lap. I’m so close to her and I’m staring into her eyes, hand on her beautiful cheeks. I place my thumb inside her mouth and she begins to suck, until I hook it against her tongue, feeling the soft muscle.

  She moans lightly and I slide my thumb from her mouth, moving her up and down. Her lips tightly wrap around my cock and they squish against my cock. I push upward harder and faster, holding onto her tits. I press them against my face and slide my tongue around her taut nipples.

  I suck on them, gentle and sloppy with my lips dragging against her flesh. “Bianca,” I moan. “What would I do without you?”

  She places her hand on my chest and starts to ride me, pushing her hips left and right as I thrust inside her. I swear my cock is growing with each pump. I push forward and she falls onto her back, clutching at her bedpost behind her. I grab my leather belt and pull out of her. “Let’s play a game,” I smile, securing her arms to the wood post.

  “I can’t move,” she says, pulling against the leather. She smiles

  “Good,” I mutter, sliding my cock inside her precious lips again. “I’m going to fuck you raw and hard. And then I’m going to cum inside that gorgeous pussy of yours, darling.”

  She responds with a hushed moan. Her palms grip the leather. She’s twisting and turning, groaning and yearning, and I’m losing myself over and over again within her folds. I grip her ass hard and have my way. “Take me,” she sighs again. “Use me up. I’m yours forever.”